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Lara's Bloody Revenge

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Lara Catgirl

Johanna Amalia

Johanna_Amalia: I have created the private room #Lara_vs_Johanna_nhb_runde_2.

Johanna_Amalia: I have invited @Lara_Catgirl to join #Lara_vs_Johanna_nhb_runde_2.

Johanna_Amalia:

Lara_Catgirl: I was lying in this damn hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling and feeling how every breath burned in my broken nose. The cuts on my face pulled with every small movement. My own restraints had left red welts on my joints – a humiliating memory. Johanna... this damn bitch. In my apartment. With my own ropes. She slammed me like a piece of meat on the glass table until the glass broke and my blood was everywhere. And all that just because I taught her precious Jen a lesson. I am angry. So angry that it feels like fire in my veins. Four weeks. Four damn weeks. I had waited. Patiently. Like a predator watching its prey. The cuts on my face had healed into thin red lines, the nose was halfway straight again. My own welts on the wrists were still visible. I live only two floors higher in the same house. Fate sometimes has a sick sense of humor.

Lara_Catgirl: Today was the day. I had watched Jen. She had just left the apartment – bag over her shoulder, probably on her way to work or to the gym. She really often forgot something. Keys, phone, wallet. Johanna wouldn't get suspicious if there was a knock shortly after. I stood in front of her door. Dressed in black, hood pulled deep into my face. In my right hand lay the extended telescopic baton – cold metal, heavy, ready. My pulse was calm. The anger was no longer wild and burning, but cold and clear. Precise. I knocked. Three firm, normal knocks. Exactly like Jen would do if she had forgotten something. Then I waited. Footsteps approached from inside. I heard how Johanna looked through the peephole – or maybe she didn't even do it because she thought it was her friend. The door opened. Johanna stood there, in a loose shirt and sweatpants, her hair still slightly tousled. Her facial expression changed from neutral to surprised when she recognized me. Before she could react, I pushed the door open with my shoulder, quickly stepped in and slammed it shut behind me. The baton lay heavy in my hand.

Johanna_Amalia: When there is a knock at the door, I don't think anything of it. I know Jen and start to wonder what it could be today. Oh, but this absent-mindedness is also one of the things I love so much about her. I jumped up and already walked through the apartment with open eyes. Jen wanted to go to the gym. She probably left her phone behind. Since it's not in the usual places, I now go to the door. I don't look through the peephole, why would I? It can only be Jen. I open the door quickly, with a wide arc a smile on my face. "Weeell, what do we ha~" My face becomes stiff. Eyes widen in shock. It's not Jen standing in front of our door. My mouth corners twitch angrily. Eyebrows raised. Just as I wanted to slam the door shut, you push through and give me a shove to make room. My breathing quickens. I tense up, clench my hands into fists. "How dare you?" I ask incredulously. I shake my head: "GET OUT OF HERE, LARA, or we'll have a problem …", I say loudly and threateningly, a clear ultimatum. I don't notice the baton. It's rather dark in the hallway; no light is on, only a little light shines in through the other rooms. It smells pleasant; the scent of Jen's perfume still hangs in the air. I feel my heart beating faster. The last time I saw Lara was when I had tied her up and left her in her apartment.

Lara_Catgirl: „Hello, Johanna“, I said quietly, with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. „Surprise.“ I see the recognition in your eyes – that brief moment when you understand that you made a huge mistake. Without another word I swing. Whoosh. The extended telescopic baton hits you hard and precisely on your right upper arm. A dull, cracking sound echoes through the hallway. As you try to back away and bump your back against the commode in the hallway, I follow you. I take off my jacket. Your arm hangs somewhat limp – probably badly bruised or even broken. Just like my nose back then. I take a step closer, the baton lies heavy and ready in my hand. The door had already fallen shut behind me. No one had noticed anything. „Four weeks, Johanna“, I hiss quietly, my voice ice cold. „Four weeks I imagined how I would pay you back.“ I try to land a hard front kick into your tits.

Johanna_Amalia: You swing with your baton. Only in flight do I recognize what it is that you brought with you. "LARA are you crazy" a loud CRACK "Gah—SHIT" I scream and stumble backwards. I land against a commode; it wobbles hard – a picture of Jen and me that stood on it, perhaps falls with a small dull thud. I feel a strong tingling in my arm. My fingers don't feel right. „Aaaah—! NGH!“ I gasp. The pain makes me dazed. My arm hangs limp down. I don't know what you hit, but it doesn't feel good. "I'M calling the poli~" I get interrupted when your foot crashes against my upper body. I feel how the hard sole crushes my sensitive nipples. "Ufff- ahhhh" I feel my legs trembling, becoming soft like rubber. My uninjured arm wraps around my upper body while I have to fully support myself on the commode. I look at you with eyes heavy from the pain. Then I lunge forward at you, trying to surprise you and press you against the wall with my weight…

Lara_Catgirl: I let the baton fall to the floor with a loud clatter. That would be too easy. I want to feel you with my bare hands. I want to enjoy my revenge. I grab your hair and yank you up. My knee crashes hard into your stomach. You gasp and double over. Suddenly you gather strength and lunge forward. You brutally press me against the wall with your body weight. My back slams hard against it. The air is briefly pressed out of my lungs. Your uninjured arm presses against my chest. „You bitch!“, you hiss. For a moment you are on top. But I only grin evilly. I ram my elbow hard against your temple and try to slam my knee brutally between your legs.

Johanna_Amalia: I lunge forward full of rage, and I actually manage to ram you against the wall. I hear the sweet sound as the air escapes you. "I'll show you again you whore!" I am very restricted because my left arm, the left one, is really not okay. I can't really make a fist with it, and otherwise it is more dead weight in this fight. I try to land a punch to your solar plexus with my healthy arm, but you are faster and I am careless from rage. Your elbow thrusts against my head: „Hrrk—!“ I feel my head being pushed to the side. Everything is spinning. There are two Laras where there should only be one. I am already staggering; my hold against you on the wall is getting weaker. Then you ram your knee up with full force, right between my legs. „Haaah—aaaaaaah~!“ The burning pain as your knee crushes my poor sweet lower lips is enormous. I carefully take a few steps away from you, fully bent forward and collapse in the corner to the floor. I blink trying to suppress the black spots, my right hand rubs my pussy through the thin fabric of the pants.

Lara_Catgirl: I see you crouching in the corner on the floor, your hand desperately rubbing between your legs. Your pain howl only makes me angrier and hornier for revenge. I take two quick steps toward you and jump up and ram both feet with full force into your stomach. I stand over you, immediately grab you brutally by the hair. With a hard yank I pull you up. „Come with me, slut!“ I drag you by the hair behind me into the living room. I start to turn and with a loud scream I throw you with full force across the room. You fly against the big shelf. Books and decor crash down loudly. You land hard on the floor between the debris. I follow you slowly, my breathing heavy. „Get up, Johanna. We are not done yet“ I hiss. I kick you hard in the side. „Four damn fucking weeks… you slut“ I punch you hard in the face with my fist. Your blood drips onto the carpet.

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I can't believe what happened. My brain is like frozen at the moment when you and not Jen stood at the door. Now only a few minutes later, if at all, I am lying bleeding on the floor. YOU are not done yet and kick me in the stomach. „Oooof—!“ I double over and gasp breathlessly. „La~ haaaah… haaaah…“ I feel everything discoloring. I think I taste blood. You grab me by the hair. I am too weak to do anything against it. Almost completely limp I let myself be dragged by you. You have roughly grabbed my hair in your hands. Once in the living room, you throw me against a big shelf. I have closed my eyes the world hurts too much around me. I feel my scalp burning, and "uff" escapes me, weakly, as a book crashes directly on me. The whole shelf cleared. I hear your footsteps, how your dirty shoes ruin the carpet. You kick me in the side. „Guuuuh—!“ I roll over, smear all the blood on the carpet and still try to hear what you are saying, to get up… "uuhhhhh" I get into a quadruped stance and try to slowly get back on my legs.

Lara_Catgirl: I stand over you with legs spread wide, my red tank top clings sweat-soaked to my body, my black Adidas pants sit tight on my legs. You lie on the floor, bleeding and gasping for air. „Oooof—!“, I hear you groan as I kick you hard in the side again. Your blonde hair is completely tousled and smeared with blood. I grab it roughly with both hands and yank your head up. „Do you seriously want to get up, Johanna?“ I ram my knee hard into your face. Your head flies back. With a brutal yank I pull you onto all fours and kick you from behind in the stomach. You collapse. I sit down heavily on your back and press you down with my weight. „Stay down, you slut.“ My breathing comes in heavy, satisfied bursts. I grab your blonde hair again and pull your head back. „Look at me.“ I slap you several times with the flat of my hand in the face. Your blood runs over your split lip. Your black tank top is already somewhat torn. „I dreamed for four weeks of seeing you like this.“ I ram my elbow into your back. „Where is your big mouth now?“, I hiss.

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I don't know what is happening anymore; you keep yanking my hair around, and I am pretty sure I feel you tearing out one or two strands. I gasp. Tears start running down my blood-smeared face. Your knee shoots against my head: more blood, more tears in my beautiful skin. You sit down hard on my back, "Ohhhhhhh- phhh-ahhhh", escapes me as I feel how hard it is to breathe with you on my back. You yank my head around so that I can just barely see you out of the corner of my eye. You slap me in the face. I only gasp weakly in response and close my eyes. I feel more of my tears mixing with ever more welling blood. Your elbow sinks into my back. This time I am silent, because I am falling completely asleep under you while I drift into a deep unconsciousness, overwhelmed by the strong pains you caused me.

Lara_Catgirl: You become quieter. Your breathing becomes weak. „You are not just going to pass out now, you slut.“ I stand up, grab you roughly by the hair and drag you a few meters across the floor. Your torn black tank top rides up. I turn you onto your back and sit straddling your stomach. My knees press your arms to the floor. I slap you left and right in the face. „Look at me!“ Your eyes flutter. I grab into your tank top and tear it further open. „Four weeks I waited… and you already want to give up?“ I ram a fist into your ribs. Then I grab your chin and force you to look at me. „Did you have fun with me .. and your slut Jen sent the pictures of me to everyone I know that you took of me, and today is payday bitch“ I spit in your face before I give you two more hard slaps.

Johanna_Amalia: (wenn das nicht eine vertraute Position ist xd)

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I actually do not pass out. The turning and pulling slowly makes me wake up again. You sit on my stomach. Your knees sink onto my arms and leave me defenseless. Not that I could do anything anymore. My eyes are still tightly closed. It is all too much for me. You slap me 2 times in the face. I open my eyes drunk with pain. And break into tears. "Sniff.... Lara, sniff, I didn't, get upset...", I say sobbing and whimper under you. Your fist sinks into my ribs "oooooooof ahhhh please...:" My ribs rattle after the blow. Your spit lands in my face, mixes with the tears and the blood. Your two slaps sweep across my face, spray blood and tears away and soil the carpet even more. "Please sniff I'm sooo sorry Bwah..."

Lara_Catgirl: I give you another hard, brutal slap with the flat of my hand in the face. Your head flies to the side, fresh blood sprays from your lip. „Shut your mouth with your whining.“ I scream and spit in your face again full of hate and contempt. Then I turn around on you and sit backwards directly on your face. My ass in the black Adidas pants presses firmly on your mouth and your nose. I press my entire weight down and stifle your whimpering. With both hands I grab roughly into your torn black tank top. I pinch your tits brutally together, twist and squeeze them hard. „You broke my nose… now your tits are suffering. you slut“ I ram my fist several times hard into your stomach. Again and again. Your body twitches and writhes under me. I slowly and humiliatingly rub my ass over your face. „Do you like that, you slut. That's how I was on top of Jen too“ I laugh evilly. I pinch even harder into your breasts and pull on them.

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I sink back down after this hard slap. I lie on my side, weak, close to the border of passing out again. I turn my head upward. I stare desperately at the ceiling. Did I deserve this? Maybe... You spit on me again. There is nothing that disappoints me as much as your spit staining my skin. I thought that until your ass pressed down hard on me. The air is pressed out of me and I feel your strong, firm ass riding my face. Luckily you still have pants on. My suffering gets worse when you take on my sensitive breasts. You crush them without mercy, pull them down, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhh~“, I first scream as I go into your ass. I struggle under you, try to fight back, but it is too late; for that I weakly slap your side. I bite into your pants, but it does me no good. I feel myself drifting away between pain and lack of air.

Lara_Catgirl: I sit firmly on your face, my ass in the black Adidas pants presses heavily on your mouth and your nose. Your struggling becomes weaker. I squeeze your tits brutally together and pull them hard downward. Your body twitches once more. Then I feel it. Your movements become limp. Your hands fall powerlessly to the side. „Oh no… you are not just going to pass out on me now, Johanna.“ I lift my ass briefly and see how your eyes roll back. Your face is blood-smeared and lifeless under me. I slap you hard with the flat of my hand in the face. „Stay with me, you slut!“ I ram my fist once more deep into your stomach. Your body twitches weakly. I feel how you lose consciousness. I turn around again and sit normally on your stomach. With one hand I grab your blonde hair and yank your head up. „That was it then slut“ I hiss before I spit in your face again and land my final fist punch in your face.

Johanna_Amalia: I hear you telling me not to drift away. But why should I listen to you? The darkness promises me so much painlessness. You turn around, and a last strong blow hits me. My head slams hard on the floor. I am gone. I lie under you on the floor. My hair is tousled and partly torn out. My breasts, so beautifully full and firm, red and swollen from your nasty treatment. My beautiful face bleeds from every opening; tears still roll down. I am done.. at the end. My breathing is heavy and irregular. My heart calms down. The remains of my tank top hang down on me. I am defeated and completely at your mercy.

Lara_Catgirl: You lie defeated and at my mercy on the floor. Oh my god, an intoxicating feeling runs through me as I see you lying like that under me. Your breathing is heavy and irregular. I stand up and kick you lightly in the side. No reaction. I growl satisfied and go briefly into the hallway and get some ropes from my bag I brought. Back in the living room I sit down on you again and tie your wrists tightly together. Then I tie a long rope around your wrists and pull you up ... throw the rope over the beam and look at you .. see your lipstick and write Laras Bitch on your forehead, like a message for Jen. I punch you in the stomach again and spit in your face again "stay away from me slut" I hiss and leave your apartment, not without first taking a few nice pictures of you.

Lara_Catgirl: